I’m not sure if I understand the question, so I’ll put out the two scenarios that came to mind. If you mean by the love of my life, my lovely wife, well, she would be a gentle rain, for a gentle rain nourishes all that it touches and spread its magic not with flash and show, but slowly, gently, and without any force. A gentle rain permeates everything, and it does it in such away that you don’t realize what has happened until it is over. That describes my wife to a T.
If you mean just generally, I love thunderstorms. The wind and hail damage not so much, but the sound of thunder is such a rush. There would be no thunder without lightning, but lightning can be deadly. Thunder is never deadly, but it can damn sure be impressive. I love listening to thunder rolling across the open landscape, echoing on and on until it fades completely.